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You know what I realized that I really love? Intelligent whumpees. Whumpees that have a bright future ahead of them, who have the potential for greatness. They're always reading and always itching to learn something new.

And then all of that is taken away. They get kidnapped and suddenly reduced to a stupid pet, a worthless object, or - my personal favorite - a pleasure slave.

Then, when they're eventually rescued, they lose all confidence in their intelligence. Every mistake they make is just proof to themselves that they're too stupid to be worth anything. Their dreams of going to an ivy-league school are gone, replaced with their unrelenting need to be quiet and obedient. Their affinity for learning has been destroyed by the mentality that they're more useful as an empty-headed slave.

They've been completely destroyed, and the greatness they once seemed destined for is now nothing but a distant, impossible fantasy.

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Hunter Whumper & creature whumpee; dear beasty,

Can't wait to get to some torture after this one!

Tw: muzzles n cages,

The creature of the forest snarls and twitches in their bindings, but the paralysis whumper inflicted holds strong, making them only able to swish their tail and ruffle their feathers by the time they are deposited on the cold tiles of a human home.

It is dark here, until the hunter lights some candles, they don't seem to be above the ground, or at the very least this place has no holes in it for sunlight to reach. It smells dusty here, like a place that is not often visited.

Their captor has to take a moment to catch their breath after the exertion of dragging them all across the sacred forest floor, which gives them a small, momentary satisfaction which does not last as their brain pounds on the walls of their skull and their limbs feel heavy and unmoving like ancient trees.

Soon enough the human recovers, pushing and dragging them into another structure. This one the creature recognises, a cage. Other fools have tried to restrain them before, until now every single one had been torn to shreds.

The structure is uncomfortable, too small, their wings pushing up against the metal, the song of power, magic humans call it, sings within the bars, restraining their power as well as their body.

As if simply to add insult to injury the hunter gets two more items, slipping a heavy metal shackle around their hind legs while they cannot but lie there, immobilised, and, in the gravest insult they have faced in the eternities they have lived through, the human straps a metal contraption to its face, like a cage but for its bite. An unnecessary safety measure, a humiliation, Whumper has the song of power to protect it.

Fury courses through their blood, anger at the intruder, the poacher, the ambusher, who came into their home and forced them away.

They bare their teeth, best they can do aside from bite. Whumper does not look impressed, causing the creature to remember that humans tend to spin words far more. Maybe that is what it requires to underwear its rage. There is a storm coming to the human so very soon, a storm of burning hatred, they should know.

They will their tongue to move, "De- Desecrator" they growl, their voice echoing strangle off the walls of the artificial cavern.

The human does not speak a word. So, they go back to their first attempt, baring all teeth, and snarling, yelling, screeching, making more and more noise, triggering deep instinctual parts of its brain in anger, then panic. They call upon more prowess than anything this puny creation must have ever encountered. They rake their claws across the bars, the beat their body against them, they send wave after wave at the hunter until finally exhaustion takes them and they collapse onto the metal cage floor.

Not a single blow has blemished Whumper's body, the metal construct stopping all of it.

"Your disrespect will be your slaughter." They mumble, much more quietly, their body heaving and magic sizzling.

Whumper throws their head back and laughs, a high cry of joy wrecking their body, "You cannot harm me, beast. You are mine."

The simple words fill them with malice, "I belong to no-one." They snarl with vitriol.

"You belong to me now."

They glare in response, sensing the lack of purpose in reaction.

"Now, I have heard you have taken a near human form before, can you be a good beasty and do that for me?"

If it were possible for the creature to be more furious they would be, "How dare you!!"

They had appeared like human a single time in the past, a bid towards making peace, harmony, and understanding, with a nearby duchess, which at the time had worked, they had negotiated treaties and boundaries that stood for centuries, for this human to ask such a thing was downright insulting for many reasons.

"It seems we need to do a little more work with you. Well, do not worry, I like that. Let me get my tools."

And with that Whumper stalks off, leaving the creature to brood.

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Creature whumpee & hunter Whumper; the catch

An experienced hunter catches their final, most impressive, prey.

Hoping I can make this a series.

Tw; poaching/disrespect for nature's ancient magical creatures. Idk. Shrugs.

"Thou dare trespass on my territory!" The enormous creature roars, Whumper has to make an effort to remember it cannot harm them, almost falling for the sheer magical power behind the words.

As they do not respond the creature draws closer, letting out a high cry of indignation. They are all dark scales and darker feathers, about twice Whumper's measly human height, exposing a maw of sharp gleaming teeth. Whumper takes another step back, luring it closer to their trap.

The creature takes the bait hook line and sinker, storming forward with an ancient rage that even an experienced hunter like Whumper is too slow to avoid. Luckily many layers of excessive and expensive preparation have paid off as the rows of teeth merely reflect off their protections.

At least, that would be the case, if this was any normal hunt, but it is not. This was Whumper's final chase. Where usually they'd take anything of value of of the things they had caught, then sell the rest of the living item to tamers, this one is special. A real forest deity, nothing like the smaller monsters they've poached previously, just as likely to kill an unprepared hunter as a high speed projectile to the chest. Even more beaming with magic than a high wizard's spells.

It lets out a confused huff. Whumper uses the moment to make it the final stretch, cutting loose the rope that has suspended the net above their prey. The creature howls in pain as layers of spells rain down alongside the physical rope, then it lies still. Paralyzed, injured, and neatly packaged for the hunter's convenience, ready to be harvested.

This one, Whumper will keep themselves, a little retirement gift.

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Leader begging on their knees, "Please, Whumper, if you have even a shred of compassion left.. just let me- just hurt me instead. I'm the one who wronged you."

Whumper cocks their head, "And that's why you get to choose. Or else," their fingers brush their firearm, "everyone dies."

Leader purses their lips, wants to say they wouldn't, but already knows they will.

Their eyes dart towards their team, gagged and tied up.

Team member A is glaring daggers at whumper, they're too young, too inexperienced, Leader can't do this to them. Team member B is still injured after their capture, they shrink into the wall, trembling in fear. Finally their eyes meet team member C, Leader's oldest companion, they look straight back, their face unreadable. Leader feels sick, they don't want to ruin the connection they have, the lifeline they've been clutching to for days. C doesn't deserve this, but if anyone can take it they can.

Thinking about whump and choices.. thinking about Whumper making whumpee choose between two horrible things.. thinking about Whumper kidnapping Whumpee's loved ones and Whumpee pleading on their knees to let those people live and Whumper just going "Hmm, no, no, do better. At least try to entertain me." And Whumpee having to choose how they'll degrade themselves in a way that'll satisfy Whumper (bonus points if the hostage(s) are forced to watch)

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I have to remember this.

whumper mockingly using their (former) titles to mock whumpee: good

whumper SINCERELY using whumpee's title: ZJRVFBSBDJDJDJEJ 😏😏🥰🥰🤯🤯🤩🤩😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

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words to use when writing

Appetite:

craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal

Arouse:

agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up

Assault:

attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound

Beautiful: 

admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting

Brutal:

atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild

Burly:

able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed

Carnal:

animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean

Dangerous:

alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous

Dark:

atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched

Delicious:

enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty

Ecstasy:

delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled

Ecstatic:

delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild

Erotic:

amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing

Gasp:

catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded 

Heated:

ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous

Hunger:

appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst

Hungry:

avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting

Intense:

forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous

Liquid:

damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping

Lithe:

agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry

Moan:

beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl

Moving:

(exciting,) affecting, effective  arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling

Need:

compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen

Pain: 

ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart

Painful:

aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded

Perverted: 

aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile 

Pleasurable:

charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent

Pleasure:

bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven 

Rapacious:

avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering

Rapture:

bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy

Rigid:

adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering

Sudden:

abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning

Thrust:

(forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel

(push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick

Thunder-struck:

amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback 

Torment:

agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe

Touch:

(physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap 

(mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize

Wet:

bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water

Wicked:

abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched

Writhe: 

agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank 

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May not be whump, but it's going on the blog anyhow,

A little practice for writing some of the bg3 companions.

Characters; generic Tav (they/them), Shadowheart, Lae'zel, Karlach, Gale, (technically Wyll but so little it doesn't count.

Tw: idk? Mentioned building collapse. Nothing big for this one..

It was an accident.

The entire roof of the rickety building they had been fighting the goblins in had collapsed above them, after a catastrophic fail on Tav's side to hit a goblin, they hit a support beam instead. On the bright side, it caught all of their enemies. On the absolutely godawful side, Astarion was also inside that building, and Shadowheart on the threshold.

The pale elf is nowhere in sight, but Shadowheart is, groaning, half her body buried under the heavy wooden doorframe and a couple tons of mortar.

Tav rushes to Shadowheart's side, falling to their knees with a worried look on their face, "Are you alright!?" They say, their hand brushing the woman's forehead as if checking for illness. Instead they transfer their final spellslot worth of energy into a healing touch, immediately causing their companion's sweaty bruised face to turn more relieved.

"I– I can manage.." Shadowheart groans, she attempts to pull herself out of the rubble, "Seems like I'm stuck though." She falls back down with a sour, somewhat pained look.

Tav swears, "Gods, I'm so very sorry." They glance over to Karlach and Lae'zel, no questions need to be asked.

The gith gives a short nod to Tav, scowling at Shadowheart, but none the less starts to move some of the rubble.

Karlach smiles at Shadowheart reasuringly, "Don't worry soldier! We'll get you out of this in no time!"

"Even less so if you don't stop to chatter." Lae'zel scowls, throwing multiple bricks at once over her shoulder.

"Fair enough." Karlach agrees, pulling at a large wooden beam

Tav thinks about the likelihood they'll be able to extract Astarion from this mess, it's doubtful, he's probably already dead.

As if reading their thoughts Gale chimes in with his own contribution, "I'll go look where the creepy undead is hanging out, alright? Don't do anything foolish while I'm gone." Gale gives a hasty nod.

"It is you who is foolish." Lae'zel chucks a brick at his head, it misses it mark by only a few centimetres, considering the Githyaki's aim, this is an awfully sentimental statement.

"I am simply not going to dignify that with a response." And with those words Gale runs off.

For the next few still minutes the two trained soldiers, joined by Wyll, work in silence, while Tav tends to Shadowheart's side.

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Thinking about whump and choices.. thinking about Whumper making whumpee choose between two horrible things.. thinking about Whumper kidnapping Whumpee's loved ones and Whumpee pleading on their knees to let those people live and Whumper just going "Hmm, no, no, do better. At least try to entertain me." And Whumpee having to choose how they'll degrade themselves in a way that'll satisfy Whumper (bonus points if the hostage(s) are forced to watch)

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what are ur fav tropes for stoic whumpees? love da blog

stoic whumpee tropes that are a 100/10:

"I'm fine" and then immediately collapsing in front of their loved ones in a bleeding pile, revealing a hidden injury that has festered for far too long

silent, muffled crying with shaking shoulders and a bloody hand clamped over their mouth because they view crying as weak and beneath them and they're stronger than this, they're stronger, they can take it--

the moment they close their eyes in defeat and it's all over and they fucking know it, and when they open their eyes again all that remains is a glassy-dead stare

adamantly refusing medical treatment even when they need it. Shoving away everyone who comes close to them, a choked sound in their throat, fighting back with everything that's left in them.

when they kneel at Whumper's feet, eyes on the ground, white-lipped and tense. The only betrayal of emotion is their clenched fists and tight breathing. In every other way, they're compliant.

refusing to talk about what they endured at Whumper's hands after they're rescued, but the scars tell the story for them. They don't have to say a word, but their team's pitying gaze follows them wherever they go

normally unaffectionate and distant but exhausted and defeated they rest their head on Caretaker's shoulder or Whumper's lap, just finally admitting--nonverbally-- that they can't take it

reversely, more willing to be tortured than to ask for help-- If I'm breathing, I'm fine

stitching their own wounds back up with an unsteady hand, painful stitch after painful stitch. Deep breath and pull. Working in a dimly lit apartment with bleeding clothes on the floor around them and the bed unmade

sacrificing themself for their team. "Take me! Do what you want to me. Not them." And their team watching as the torture takes its slow toll and Whumpee-- the one they look up-- falls apart.

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God Whumpee

It's quite odd how little there is on divine whump or more specifically, gods getting whumped so here's a list of some of my own ideas:

Consuming poisoned offerings

Another god trying to usurp their domain

Undergoing a slow demise due to the loss of their religion/domain and knowing they can't do anything about it

Committing a mistake and all the other gods turn against them because of it

Watching a demigod suffer and feeling guilty about it

Being punished by having their godhood stripped from them

Ruling over a domain that is feared, despised or mistrusted

Cursing someone (e.g. a worshipper, a demigod, a fellow god) in a fit of blind rage and regretting it later as they watch the consequences unfold

Their reputation is unfairly tarnished because their followers keep misinterpreting their instructions for their own gain

Being betrayed by another god they trusted or didn't expect it from

A human suffering the process of deification as mortal flesh and brains can barely withstand so much power and knowledge

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Deity Whumper & modern day Whumpee thing that I wrote

Tw: rape/non con, choking

Whumpee wakes up in the utter dark, something pushing into his arse, he knows what it is. A gasp wrenches itself free from his throat, his eyes go wide and his body goes completely still, mind still racing to catch up with the situation.

"Whumper! What–" he shrieks frantically, sentence ending in a choked cough as Whumper's hand wraps around his throat.

"Shh, don't speak, bae." They whisper into his ear. Whumpee shivers, resigning to his fate.

He's always known he's nothing against Whumper. Whumper who isn't human, and who is faster, stronger, and hornier, than him by a long mile. There is no point in resistance. There is no point in pride.

So, Whumpee leans into the demon's embrace, closing his eyes shut and letting it all happen to him.

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Thinking about whump and choices.. thinking about Whumper making whumpee choose between two horrible things.. thinking about Whumper kidnapping Whumpee's loved ones and Whumpee pleading on their knees to let those people live and Whumper just going "Hmm, no, no, do better. At least try to entertain me." And Whumpee having to choose how they'll degrade themselves in a way that'll satisfy Whumper (bonus points if the hostage(s) are forced to watch)

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A little prequel of sorts to my Whumper turned whumpee / caretaker turned whumper writing.(here)

Set in @the-whumpers-soiree 's event because I'm silly like that.

Tw: kidnapping/abduction, autistic character dealing with overstimulation (oops, made them relatable), guns, choking

It's remarkably easy for Caretaker to find the one who hurt Whumpee. They simply walk up to the counter of the seemingly innocuous place with a stolen invite and ask for a red bracelet. It's as easy as that, they think bitterly.

Their eyes flick across the room filled with dim lights, knowing what they know they can see the way some red bracelets flock together while most of the blues are content to eat food and chat and dance with no particular rhythm or logic their goings. Caretaker studies every face they see illuminated by red in the low light very carefully. Not just to find Whumper, no, every single one of these people deserves what Caretaker is going to do to the one who hurt their dear friend.

Then they see them, whumper, chatting to a tall pink haired lady with a matching red bracelet. Once their target is locked and loaded they don't let whumper out of their sight for for the rest of the evening. They're not stupid, they know they can't take them in this place, with their damned red they will be protected.

Whumper doesn't seem to notice anything amiss at all, over the course of the entire evening they chat and network and hunt undisturbed. Maybe it's just their hubris, immediately discarding the idea that they too could be prey, or maybe they're just this unaware of everything around them.

Caretaker isn't unaware though. They despise for more reasons than one as the evening drags on.

It's loud, and yet their senses are starting to drown, people's words fill the space all the time, never stopping their endless babbling. It makes Caretaker so god damn tired, they haven't felt this tired since their education.

But they cannot leave, not even to take a break, what if in the ten minutes they are gone whumper decides to leave?

They even force themselves to talk to people, no matter how it makes their head spin, no matter if they're on the verge of crying, it'd be suspicious if they didn't come here to talk.

Then, finally, Whumper leaves, and Caretaker prepares to make some hurried excuses to the person they were half mindedly talking to.

Their eyes skitter to the blue bracelet on accident, they hadn't even registered that, and they know they can't just leave like this. They can save one person here, just one.

"Let's step outside for a moment," they blurt out, almost regretting it, Whumper is getting away. But they don't take their words back, they've seen what monsters like these people can do to their unsuspecting victims, instead they add a hushed but severe, "Please. it's important" when the person opposite him rightfully hesitates.

Then the woman sighs, "okay." And Caretaker too breathes a sigh of relief as they swiftly exit the place, caretaker walking quickly, ignoring their companion's complaints, so that they can still catch up to Whumper.

The moment they turn a quiet corner, Caretaker marginally relaxes, the relative silence feels like a blessing, but they're still on a chase.

They turn around briefly to the person behind them as Whumper turns another corner with their victim of choosing, "listen," they say, taking as quickly as they can without their words mixing together, "That place is not good. Every single person with these," they shake their own bracelet, "wants to kidnap and hurt you."

She opens her mouth to speak but caretaker interrupts her, "please, just believe me, I can't-" they steel themselves and turn around to run, "I need to catch up to someone."

Then they start their sprint away, not waiting for an answer. God they hate running.

After two turns it becomes apparent that they didn't even have to run. Whumper is there, arm wrapped around their victim leading them into their fancy car.

Caretaker swallows, they cannot approach straightforwardly, Whumper will recognise them before they get anywhere near.

So they duck behind other cars, their heart pounding in their chest, adrenaline rushing through them.

Whumper is still completely and utterly preoccupied with the person they took, giving them false reassurances as their slurred speech becomes panicked.

They fall silent as Caretaker sneaks up right behind Whumper, their soft shoes barely making a noise on the pavement.

A single question, unintelligible over the sound of Caretaker's heart escaping their chest, is all they get before Caretaker wraps their arm around their throat.

They splutter and struggle, stronger than caretaker had expected, but they do not break free.

Caretaker drags them off to the trunk of the car, temporarily throwing them in there and closing it. It's not an ideal solution, but they need a moment to look for something to tie them up.

As quickly as they can they search through the contents of the slick dark car with tinted windows. They find exactly what they are looking for, of course they do, Whumper had the exact same evening plans as them.

They don't know where the almost-victim ran off to, but as they exit the car, a heavy roll of tape in one hand, a gun in the other, they are nowhere in sight.

Caretaker has never owned a gun, this isn't fucking America, but it doesn't suprise them Whumper does. Probably without all the legal paperwork, but that doesn't bother them.

The real question is why they left it in their car.

With a very swift and careful motion they open the trunk again, pointing the gun straight at Whumper. They look straight back their own gun pointed at Caretaker's face.

"Caretaker?" They look surprised, a little bit of blood trickles still down their nose.

"Surprised to see me? Didn't think your vile acts would bite you in the ass?" They say, their voice is cold, focused.

They give them a half shrug, "Maybe I just didn't expect it to be you. But it won't be. Drop the gun or I'll shoot you."

Caretaker doesn't give them even the tiniest bit of satisfaction, doesn't let anything but silent determination show on their face, "I could tell you the same. So I guess you'll drop the gun or we both die.

I'm not afraid of death, are you?"

It's the truth, in a manner of speaking, they do not fear death. Memento Mori is a comforting thought.

But there is one thing that fills them with terror, the idea of Whumpee being left without them. They need Caretaker more than ever right now.

But Caretaker has always been a good liar, and they did their research, they know some of what makes Whumper tick.

And they are right, Whumper drops the gun with a scowl.

"Further away," They say. Not making a move to grab it, "put it on the ground slowly and carefully, then get back in the trunk."

For one terrifying moment they can see defiance and doubt cross Whumper's face. Then they do as instructed.

Caretaker continues their instructions, "Good." They throw Whumper the roll of tape, not caring whether they can catch it, "Now tape your legs together. And I will notice if you do it badly."

They scowl, but follow the instructions. For a moment nothing but the rasping sound of unrolled tape can be heard.

After they are done comes the awkward part of Caretaker using one hand to keep the gun against their temple and the other to tape their hands together. But that too goes very smoothly.

This is all disgustingly easy. They hate Whumper for that, they don't fully understand why.

Lastly they pat Whumper down for keys, taking their car, finally getting to go home with it.

They need a looong nap.

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Febuwhump once again!

Gerry wakes up when he shouldn't have.

Characters: Gerry (from archives) and Gerry (from protocol) (they both bbg)

Tw: paralysis? Oh and the use of it/its pronouns where they don't belong idk what that's called

Death is nice to Gerry, embracing him like an old friend. He'd have said that the nothing had come as a relief, but there was simply no time for that, it was just like the light in a room suddenly getting flicked off. Gerry didn't have time to feel anything.

That is until he wakes up.

He is wrenched away from unconsciousness to find himself lying prone on a floor, every limb tingling with an intense feeling of pins and needles.

There is an oddness to his current state, his body feels too solid, too heavy inside his skin.

But it doesn't feel wrong, it isn't the agony he just couldn't get used to but still had to 'live' with, it feels like he's actually alive again, and like he's supposed to be.

He groans. That leaves the question of where the hell he is.

The only thing he can see is the dark wood of someone's floor, it looks very well kept, with not a particle of sand stuck between the grooves.

Or maybe he's lucky and whatever place he's found himself in isn't actually lived in at all.

His arms feel weak like wet crumpled paper, not strong enough to hold his weight as he pushes himself up. So, lying face down it is.

The floor isn't that uncomfortable, and he's used to waiting.

Then he hears a lightly panicked voice above him, "Oh, god are you okay?" Someone says.

Of fucking course.

The voice sounds masculine, worried, and with a slight accent that seems familiar to him.

Gerry gives a half hearted groan, this throat is dry but he still attempts to utter a few indistinguishable words.

"Wait, let me help you." The person above him says, they seem particularly chill about finding a paralysed stranger in their home.

When the person touches his shoulder Gerry can't help but flinch, about ready to start crying –he pushes back the tears of course – he hasn't felt anything like this in so god damn long.

For the past few years he's only existed just outside of the world, unable to fully interact with it, it's been such a long time that even this slight touch feels foreign and sends shivers down his spine.

They help him up with a little groan, and Gerry tries his best to cooperate, even though it feels like whatever did this replaced his bones with lead. God, he really really hopes they didn't, that this isn't some sadistic joke to screw him over again.

He is helped awkwardly onto a chair, sitting there he closes his eyes and takes a shuddering breath. When he opens his eyes he is face to face with someone very familiar.

They look just like him.

Well, not exactly.

Where Gerry's hair is long and a little messy, dyed in a way that even he can admit could've been done better, its hair is shorter, more medium length, and looks very well taken care of, dyed fully black and shiny.

It also misses other details, the tiny scar on his cheek from a close encounter with one of his mothers Leightners, and there are no tattoos on this things skin, which looks far less pale than his own. It looks like a better version of himself.

It makes Gerry feel sick.

"What the hell are you?" He scowls at it.

It looks back at him confused, "I'm sorry.. are you okay? I don't think we've met before, but we do look kind of similar don't we? Wait. Did you hit your head? Should I get you to a hospital?"

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Can’t stop, won’t stop

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Febuwhump day three one shot!

Gotta feed another one of my children (TMA au's), and I just have this gutteral urge to hurt Elias.

Characters: Elias/Jonah, an oc of mine

Tw for: heavily implied rape/non-con

Seeing light again is an indescribable relief to Elias' eyes. The ability to see again, even with just one pair of eyes, makes his entire body relax an embarrassing amount the instant the blindfold is lifted.

It is only after a couple of moments of relief that the confusion hits.

Zanni is shuffling through the room, grabbing a tiny box and opening it to reveal a small ovular stone. It glows softly of its own accord, barely visible in the light of the setting sun.

The man drops it in his hand with what is almost an amicable smile. Immediately the shade of the stone changes from a clouded white to a vibrant greenish blue.

"Why?" He asks his aggressor with a puzzled expression.

The man steps towards him and he can't help but flinch, "I'm a very powerful man, Elias. I can pay my whores."

A wave of shame and despair rushes through him, "I'm not your–"

Zanni takes hold of his wrist, the stone still clutched tightly in his hand, and slams it against the wall above Elias' head, wrenching a small whine from him.

Zanni does not let go, he leans closer to Elias, "Are you sure you want to say that?"

The message is crystal clear.

Elias averts his eyes looking at the floor as he grits his teeth, "No," The word tastes sour, like a gnawing feeling of insecurity and powerlessness that he hasn't felt in years.

Zanni leans closer, "Good." His free hand rests on Elias's chin, the fingers still cold, then his lips meet the other man's.

If the words tasted sour on Jonah's lips, the rough kiss that he has to reciprocate tastes bitter like a liter of burnt coffee that's been left to cool.

Still, he denies the fact that he has to push back tears as he gives Zanni exactly what he wants.

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Febuwhump day two one shot!

In which Micheal is finally Micheal again, (and i am stuck with yet another au to babysit)

Tw for: nothing I think

It feels strange. After all those.. years? It must have been years, but time was impossible to measure in his previous state.

After all that time it feels foreign to just be Michael again, to have thoughts and feelings that make sense, that don't contradict and run through each other on every front.

But something of his previous self still remains in him, he can see the way the edges of his form flicker, the way his hair curls up as if with static electricity that isn't quite right.

The abrupt change in his state makes him stagger, fall over in the institute hallway. Makes him stumble through the path under the watchful gaze of the eye.

Then he stops his lanky trek and falls to the floor, his breathing ragged, his eyes starting to tear up.

The tears that leak out aren't normal, they shimmer in pink and green in the the light, like a droplet of oil rather than a drop of salty water.

Micheal sniffs, rubbing at his eyes trying furiously to make the false tears go away. His hands at least look normal, ten human fingers. They're not too long, nor too sharp, the only odd thing about them is that they feel slightly heavy, and the skin has an odd quality to it.

He startles at the sound of a door opening frantically, but it's not yellow, and it's always been there.